Seminole Saturday Afternoon

God's timing is good. Spending much of this year in YOT (Yankee Occupied Territory) -- even if those Yankees are really nice peeps, just like our sweet Yankee neighbors back home -- God was pleased to keep my cousin in nearby Virginia. It is nice to have good, Southern family time (i.e. college football).

A short drive south (okay, it was an hour) brought us to my cousin's house. We came bearing guacamole, salsa and black bean soup. Lee, my dear, sweet cousin, made a batch of "Football Dip," meatballs and at least two pitchers of the ambrosia of the south, sweet tea.

The guys chatted, the younger girls played, and the rest of us whipped up the food. Then we watched us some football!

It was loud when we scored. Lee broke out the cd player, and we'd sing the FSU Fight Song, chanting "F-L-O-R-I-D-A S-T-A-T-E, Florida State, Florida State, Florida State! Woo!" We missed hearing Gene, Gene Sports Machine call the game, but even without, it was just like being home.

Nice to win a game. (For once.) Nice to be with family.

 Real nice.